To say that Falco had any fear of the jailer would be untrue. Even unarmed he could take of this portly brute, yet he never would have imagined that the jailer would have been so incompetent that he would have tripped over his own feet and knocked himself out on the bed within the cell. The Last Divine Deucalion of Aether could do naught but stare incredulously. Did Leo personally assign this man to the position of jailer? If not, who did? Whoever they were they'd have to have been a relation for unless nepotism was involved no one would ever put someone so incompetent in such a position. Falco could only wonder if his father Tigris had truly taken the jailer's hand or if the man was so incompetent that he had accidentally cut if off himself.
Hearing a familiar meow, Falco looked at the open doorway to see Kenneth. What was he doing here? Why wasn't he... Rowena had come to rescue him, no doubt she was checking the cells and Kenneth and merely gone on ahead of her.
Kneeling down to take the keys from the jailer, Falco took a moment to place a hand upon the man's neck. Not a pulse. The man was dead. A rather anticlimactic end, but an end nonetheless.
The moment Falco exited the cell, everything went black for him. From where the caracal stood, Kenneth could see a club come down upon his master's head. Then came a man who knelt down and placed a hand upon Falco's neck.
"He's alive!" exclaimed the man, looking behind. No doubt there was another man with him.
Hiding beneath the bed, Kenneth watched as Falco was taken away. The feline could only wonder how he and Rowena could possibly... Rowena! What had become of her?
Running out into the corridor, Kenneth watched as Falco was taken away. What could he do?